Fake it on a dating show

What can I do?

There is no cure.

Lin Xingyue also wanted to ask this question, but the only answer seemed to be to escape and suffocate the secret in her heart, which was definitely not what Zhao Minglang wanted.

So she could only remain silent.

Zhao Minglang felt that his words might be too harsh, so he paused for a moment and eased his tone: "Are you going home?"

Lin Xingyue shook her head blankly: "I want... to move out first."

As for the future, let's make plans after leaving.

That's what she thought. As for going home, that was not an option at all.

"And then move once you meet someone?"

"..." Lin Xingyue was speechless.

Of course not.

But she didn't know how to say it.

Said she was terrified of excessive intimacy?But she couldn't deny that there were longings and fantasies hidden deep in her heart.

"Are you free next week?" Zhao Minglang asked suddenly.

Lin Xingyue nodded hesitantly.

"I'll take you to a place." Zhao Minglang said, and added, "Don't worry, I won't force you, and I don't like forcing people to make things difficult."

"I didn't doubt you." Lin Xingyue retorted in a low voice, "I just don't want to trouble you."

"Just treat it as returning my favor." Zhao Minglang said, "Accompany me to a place, and if you want to leave or stay later, it's up to you."

Lin Xingyue found that she seemed to have no choice other than nodding.

The next week, Zhao Minglang specially set aside three days.

When Lin Xingyue was a little uneasy, she learned from Zhao Minglang that it was a plan she had made long ago.

"It's a tradition in our family. At this time of year, we have to spare a few days to go back and forth to our hometown to worship our ancestors. However, the location in the countryside is very remote. In recent years, there have not been many young people. Only some old people are left to guard. It's boring to go."

This is a custom that the Zhao family has maintained for several generations, and it is not so serious, it is more like looking for an opportunity to reunite the family.

It sounds like a good custom, the only trouble is that the distance is a bit long.

The village is surrounded by mountains, and the elderly don't like to be noisy. There is only one old road to get in and out, and there is a shuttle bus that bumps back and forth.

For some reason, Zhao Minglang didn't drive back, but parked the car in the parking lot of the starting station, and took Lin Xingyue to the somewhat worn-out bus.

"There's nowhere to put it when driving back home. The countryside is small, so there's no need to drive when going out." Zhao Minglang explained it this way.

Lin Xingyue always felt that she had other purposes, but she nodded and followed Zhao Minglang into the car without saying anything.

Zhao Minglang gave up his seat near the window.

The shuttle bus is more like an old-fashioned passenger car. The seats are still upholstered, but they are obviously worn out, and the sponge inside has leaked out in several places.

Moreover, the location is narrower than that of ordinary buses, and two seats side by side have to be squeezed together.

Lin Xingyue really wanted to say that they could actually sit separately, but people got on the bus one after another, occupying the front, rear, left, and right seats, so she was too embarrassed to say that.

The car stopped for nearly two hours before starting, but the scattered passengers in the car could not fill the car.

Many people had already fallen asleep at the start, and Lin Xingyue also woke up from the bumps. The rumble of the car engine made people's eardrums tremble a little.

Zhao Minglang was leaning sideways, covering his mouth, and making a phone call in a low voice.

Lin Xingyue didn't hear clearly, but only vaguely heard Zhao Minglang talking about going back by car.

"...Don't pick me up...Take someone back...um...it's okay...let's drive, let's talk when we go back."

Zhao Minglang hung up the phone, and when he turned his head, he saw Lin Xingyue's confused eyes.

"Someone has already gone back and asked me when I'll be there." Zhao Minglang explained, and helped Lin Xingyue straighten his glasses, "It's about an hour's journey."

She moved closer, and Lin Xingyue heard what she said clearly.

Lin Xingyue couldn't help reaching out and rubbing her ears.

"Actually, I want to find a chance to have a good chat with you." Zhao Minglang was silent for a moment, and finally confessed the truth, "In other places, you will run away if you don't say a few words."

Zhao Minglang looked helpless.

Lin Xingyue smiled awkwardly, and withdrew her gaze from the window.

Zhao Minglang went over her shoulder and reached out to close the window on the other side.

The two of them were crowded together, and their whispers could be heard clearly.

"Do you want to tell me something?" Zhao Minglang asked.

Lin Xingyue hesitated for a moment: "... Should I say something?"

"You don't seem to have ever taken the initiative to talk to me about anything—it's fine to say anything, I want to hear from you." Zhao Minglang said, "I will listen carefully."

Zhao Minglang is undoubtedly a reassuring listener.

Lin Xingyue didn't have anything particularly shameful to say, but sometimes she felt that those words weren't very pleasant words, and talking about them would only make people feel bored, so she simply kept them in her heart and didn't bother others.

But Zhao Minglang said, "I want to get to know you."

No matter good or bad, happy, sad, angry or disgusted, they are all part of her whole being.

She wanted to know Lin Xingyue better.

"There is nothing particularly worth mentioning." Lin Xingyue started with this sentence.

Zhao Minglang waited quietly for a while, but Lin Xingyue finally continued.

"My father put his wishes on me, sometimes I feel like I live for him... In fact, I don't hate learning and experimenting, but sometimes I don't know why I stand there - Teacher There are also brothers and sisters who are very powerful people, I feel that I am out of tune with them... so I escaped later."

Lin Xingyue's relationship with her father was neither good nor bad.

After all, her father raised her and never shorted her for food and drink, but she lacked a little warmth, and even Cheng Yichen was more like their biological child.

In detail, it is a vulgar story. Father Lin is the youngest child in his generation, the old son of Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Lin, because the previous children are already very promising, and they are older and more cautious. She also softened, and she doted on her youngest son.

Lin's father watched his brothers and sisters study hard and rarely have time to play, and he felt lucky when he was young, but when he grew up, he watched them gain honors and shine in their respective fields, but it was a bit unpleasant.

The century-old Lin family has a strict and honest family style. More than half of the people in the big family are devoted to scientific research. No matter how bad they are, they are teaching and educating people or treating diseases. Of course, there are also outstanding businessmen. This is the case of the Lin family that has been standing for a hundred years. developed.

But Lin's father is not reconciled to the role of a businessman, but he is somewhat powerless to ask him to emulate his elder brothers and sisters.

To put it bluntly, he has no talent in learning, not stupid, at most he is an ordinary smart person.

But this is simply not enough for the talented Lin family.

The uncle who was in charge of the company in his father's generation brought him by his side early on, and the others also acquiesced in letting him take this path. He didn't even have the room to give up, so he took over the identity silently.

The delusion that he did not complete was placed on the next generation by him.

Mrs. Lin was in poor health, and after giving birth to her daughter, she was unable to have another child. Although Lin's father didn't have a deep relationship with her, he couldn't do anything like divorce and remarry because of this kind of thing.

As an only child, Lin Xingyue took on all the hopes and pressures of her father.

From the perspective of IQ and talent alone, Lin Xingyue is far more promising than her father, but because of hope, Lin's father became more and more dissatisfied. After comparing with her peers, she was dragged to the previous generation for comparison.

For example, Lin Xingyue's aunt, who is Cheng Yichen's mother and Lin's father's sister, is known as a once-in-a-hundred-year genius, supported by famous teachers along the way, able to endure loneliness and temper, is a true contribution to the field she devotes herself to. She is a scientific researcher who has made outstanding contributions. People who know her say that she will be famous in history after a hundred years.

Such a character is rare in the entire Lin family for hundreds of years.

Father Lin hopes that his daughter can surpass such a legend.

But as the saying goes, when things are extreme, they are reversed.

Lin Xingyue inherited her mother's gentle temperament, but she never had any real sense of the "responsibility" her father placed on her shoulders. When she was in her teens and twenties, she had finished her studies, but she still didn't know where she was headed. place.

The belated rebellious period gave her the courage to escape.

"I didn't change the number when I first left. My mother called and he was next to him. He was full of cynicism. I didn't want to hear it, so I folded the phone card."

Lin Xingyue was still in a daze when she said these words.

She usually has a very good temper, she is gentle and almost never gets angry, and she doesn't hold grudges against others. She easily forgets the previous unhappiness after a few nice words from others.

Probably because of this, she was able to endure for more than [-] years in such a family. If she hadn't happened to touch that critical point, maybe she could have endured longer.

But maybe not.

At this time, she recalled that she also had such painful, angry, and desperate moments. She wished to smash everything at hand to pieces, and she would unconsciously approach the windows or railings of high-rise buildings—she was so afraid of heights. But she also had the urge to step over there.

That's not like her who usually lives heartlessly.

Lin Xingyue smiled wryly, turned her face to face the reflection on the car window, her voice was low as if she was muttering to herself.

"Anyway, in his eyes, as long as I don't achieve his expected goals, I will always be a waste. In the past few years, I have become more and more like a waste, ha, sometimes I also feel that this is true. Until now, I still achieve nothing and add to others. So much trouble."

Zhao Minglang couldn't help stretching out his hand, and poked her cheek that was puffing up unconsciously.

Lin Xingyue's eyes widened and she turned to look at her.

"How can you say that? Your memory and knowledge are already astonishing." Zhao Minglang coughed lightly, and withdrew his hand reluctantly, "Do you care about the rest of your family? I mean, for example, other Relatives or something, it sounds like you have a good relationship with your family, and your son is helping to raise it, so is there no one to persuade you?"

"I just said it, it's a housework after all." Lin Xingyue shook her head, "It was only slightly better when my brother was around."

Father Lin is always polite to outsiders.

Even if it was her sister's son, she wouldn't be too strict, and Lin Xingyue only got a little credit during that time.

"It's also for me. After his father recovered from his illness, he often came to our house." It's a pity that the symptoms are not the root cause.

As for the others...

"Anyway, no one really cares what happens to me." Lin Xingyue whispered to herself.

"How could no one care?" Zhao Minglang grabbed her hand.

Lin Xingyue turned her head in a daze.

Zhao Minglang supported the back of the chair and stood up: "We've arrived, let's go."

It turned out that the car had stopped at some point, and the people around got off the car one after another. Zhao Minglang and Lin Xingyue were the last passengers to get off.

The station is at the intersection, some distance away from the village.

It just rained a few days ago, and the road was still a little muddy, and when I stepped on it, I got stuck in the mud without paying attention.

Lin Xingyue seldom comes to this kind of place, and she doesn't have more experience than Zhao Minglang. After walking a few steps, she almost unconsciously hangs on to the person next to her.

Zhao Minglang remained silent, letting her rub against him, and even took the initiative to pull the person to his side when he touched the puddle.

They walked along the fork to a place where there was a small forest and roof tiles. At the end, it gradually turned into a gravel road. There were small muddy puddles between the gravel and the soil, which was no easier to walk than the previous road. How many.

Lin Xingyue frowned tightly, and was too busy paying attention to her feet, but she didn't realize that her and Zhao Minglang's hands had never been separated, and it was only at the last moment that she noticed when someone came to her.

"Xiao Lang." Someone called out in front.

Before Lin Xingyue raised her head, she heard the person next to her yell at the person coming.

"mom."

Lin Xingyue froze and raised her head in a daze.

A middle-aged couple in front of them came here with their companions, Xu Shi came here specially to pick up Zhao Minglang, they were wearing cloth clothes that are common in the countryside, but they couldn't resist the extravagance, the woman was elegant and beautiful, the man was gentle and refined, they looked very easy-going, He smiled when he saw Zhao Minglang, and was slightly surprised when he turned his head to look at the other person.

They nodded their heads and said hello, and Lin Xingyue followed up in a dazed way: "Hello, Uncle and Auntie."

"Is this the person you said you wanted to bring back?" Mrs. Zhao looked at her daughter and asked hesitantly, "Is it your friend?"

"Didn't you always say before that if you don't want a blind date, you can bring people back." Zhao Minglang pulled Lin Xingyue, put his hands on her shoulders, and introduced, "So I'm bringing people back, right?"